Hanging On Your Every Word Chapter 2: Gelato and Mush's Place, a newsies fanfic

Welcome to edition two! I hope you liked number one! PLEASE read and review!

Race trudged up the steps to his front door, back pack slung lazily over his shoulder. He was in a seemingly better mood than before he left. Upon entering he found his mother in the living room reading a romance novel, his father sat with the news paper folded out, both of them caught up in there reading. Other than the occasional turn of a page, the house was silent.

Race decided to say nothing, instead he walked past them. No one said a word. It freaked him out. He knew his father was still holding a grudge over
their conversation in the basement and his mother was probably too confused to say anything.

He entered the kitchen and began collecting the ingredients for Gelato.

Mentally he remembered what he'd need.

INGREDIENTS:
2 cups milk
1 cup heavy cream
4 egg yolks
1/2 cup sugar

Once Race had everything lined up at the counter he began to mix the milk and cream in a medium sized saucepan. He set it to warm in the oven that he
didn't use for baking bread and then set about to gathering the other bowls and mixing spoons he might need.

The day replayed itself in Davey's head. The he had received the news from his mother's sister, the way his father had reacted by leaving without
saying a single word other than "Bye I'll be back later." The way his usually level-headed sister had reacted which truly showed everyone how
badly all of this had hurt her, the way poor, sweet, and confident Les had become so suddenly co-dependant and needy.

The one thing, which really knocked Davey off of his feet was the way his friends had reacted.

They all had tossed aside their own lives and jumped in head first to help Davey out. Even Race, Jack, and Spot who were usually assholes who didn't
give a shit had helped out and they were the ones who were always on call, always willing to head over if things got hard for Davey to handle or if he
needed help or if Les needed a ride and David was too busy. They were always there and they made it obvious that they were.

Mush and Blink had taken over shopping for groceries and making sure Les had all the supplies he needed for school. They also took Les off of Davey and
Sarah's hands from time to time.

Spot just made himself useful with whatever needed to be done. He was usually with Race so he helped Race with the cooking or watching Les or
keeping track of Sarah or helping Davey with homework. He usually did small tasks.

Jack helped out too, which had surprised everyone. He did as best as he could but mainly sat with Davey or Sarah and listened to them talk or rant
or get angry, whatever they needed to do, he took it, usually not saying anything but a few words here and there.

David sat at his desk; his neatly packed blue messenger bag leaned against the side of his chair. David's computer screen had several instant
messenger windows up.

One blinked and an orange box at the bottom of the page flashed orange-blue-orange-blue until David clicked on it and the window popped up.